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So, this chapter will be somewhat interesting..

Don't hate me if you don't like it. O:

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"You are a great kisser," Jackson tells me, pulling back and looking up at me. We were in his room, making out, and enjoying it.

But once again, no clothes came off.

"I've been told," I whisper, leaning down and nibbling on his ear and kissing his neck.

A shudder rippled through his body and soon I found myself on my back with him hovering over me.

"You have," he murmured in between placing kisses on my neck, "no idea what you do to me."

I lean up and kiss his jawline, and nuzzling into his neck. "And you have no idea what you do to me."

He pulled away from my neck and put his lips back on mine, his hands grazing my hips.

Five minutes later he pulls up for breath, looking down at me with a pleased expression.

"I love you so much," he whispers.

"You act like this is goodbye," I laughed softly. "Stop making it feel like that."

"You're father says Livius is pulling near the Cove," Jackson says quietly. His expression became distant as he sat up.

I sat up as well, looking at him and leaning back on my hands. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Jackson says, running his hands through his hair. "I mean that Livius is almost here. A couple months travel."

"Oh wonderful," I murmured, falling back on the bed.

"Hey." He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, leaning over me again. "Everything is gonna be okay."

"I know." I sigh and lean into his touch. "I'm just afraid of what might happen."

"Don't be," Jackson says. "I'll protect you. So will your family."

"I'm perfectly able to handle myself," I protest. "I'm a big girl."

"I know," he soothed, pulling my arms and sitting us up. My legs were in his lap and he made invisible designs on my leg with his fingers, making my eyes heavy.

"I'm sorry," I said, blinking heavily.

"For what?"

"Getting all defensive." I look up at his gorgeous face, taking in every feature. "I shouldn't snap."

"Everyone's tensions are high," Jackson tells me, his fingers still lulling me to sleep as they brushed down my leg. "It is completely understandable."

"Yeah." I lean forward and lay my head on his legs, drifting off.

*****

"Jordan," I say a bit annoyed, "we have watched The Notebook fifteen times already."

"But it's so good," she whines. She stuck out her lip, gave me puppy dog eyes and whimpered.

"Stop doing that," I protest, crossing my arms. "It isn't fair."

"But I'm pregnant!" she whined again. "Please?"

I think for a moment. "Fine I'll make you a deal."

She nods eagerly.

"You have to tell Mom and Dad you're pregnant," I tell her. "Today."

She instantly stopped pouting and widened her eyes at me, mouth agape. "What?"

"You heard me," I said, leaning against the arm rest of the couch and laying my legs on her lap.

"But-" she starts, but I shake my head and glare at her.

"No, Jordan," I said fiercely. "You can't keep putting this off to the side. I told you I'd be with you when you tell them, but only if you stop holding out."

She hesitated, even looking close to tears, but it didn't faze me. Mom and dad were starting to get curious, even a bit suspicious with the way she was acting. Mom's been dropping hints, trying to get me to tell her something, even.

"Okay." She nods a little. "Okay. Let's tell them now."

I nod once and get up, holding my hand out to her which she takes. We walk towards the kitchen (Where Mom and Dad have been a lot lately) and find them sitting at the table talking.

"Mom." Jordan's hands were sweaty. "Dad. I have something to tell you."

They snap their heads up and stare at us, blinking. Mom nods, smiles, and taps two seats.

We sit down and I give her a reassuring look as she bites her lip and fiddles with her hands, something that seems to run in the family.

"M-mom, dad," Jordan stuttered nervously, not looking at them. "I have something to, um, er, tell you."

Our parents share a glance and Mom says, "Boy or girl?"

Jordan and I freeze and stare at her. "What?" Jordan asks.

"I said," she says slowly, "boy or girl?"

"How-"

"Sweetheart," Mom says gently, smiling, "I know what pregnancy looks like."

Dad chuckled.

I sigh in relief. 

"You-you knew?" Jordan asks, shocked.

"Of course." Mom smiled more. "I knew since a month ago. The cabinets empty quicker, there's a lot of Kleenex around, and you've been sleeping a lot more. I know for one you don't eat a lot of food between meals unless it's an apple, but missing tubes of ice cream have showed up empty all over the house. You don't cry much, and when you do you never need a Kleenex and you rarely sleep in or during the day."

By the time Mom was finished, Jordan and I had our jaws dropped.

Dad chuckled again. "I didn't believe it myself until I saw it."

"Right," Jordan says, then recovers. I realized she still has to tell them that David wasn't the father.

"I bet David's excited," Mom says happily.

"About that," Jordan starts, "the baby.."

Dad narrowed his eyes. "Is he hurting you?"

"David? No!" Jordan looked terrorized. "No! The baby..It's not his."

Now mom and dad looked flabbergasted. 

"Not his?" Dad echoed, looking surprised. "You mean-"

"No, if you think I slept with someone else while dating him then that's not it," Jordan tells them. "David and I broke up a few months ago."

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because it wasn't a break up that hurt," Jordan admits. "We both knew it was coming. Plus we were more friends than a couple, and we acted like it. We were fine when we broke up. We're friends."

"Then whose the father?" Mom asks.

Oh, dear.. I thought, looking up at the walls which were very interesting at this point.

"A demon," Jordan says simply.

"WHAT?" Mom and dad yell.

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I pull my jacket closer to me, making my way down the sidewalk towards the hotel Ken and Lucy were staying at. I had on black combat boots, dark skinny jeans, a comfy knitted brown sweater, a fleece brown coat with black buttons down the middle and a black scarf.

It was about thirty degrees out, and snow was slowly falling down the sky. Even though it was soon going to be Halloween, England has never ceased to amaze me in the weather area.

I enter the hotel, which is not much warmer and make my way down the hall and press the button for the elevator.

A woman with three triplets around the age of six shuffled behind me as the elevator opened and entered the elevator with me, to my dismay.

I go to a separate corner to give them room, and wait for the elevator to get to the fourth floor. 

I glance down at my phone but Lucy hadn't replied to my texts. The ding sound fills my ears as we reach the third floor and the woman with her kids leaves, and soon I'm alone.

When I get to the fourth floor I make my way down to Lucy's door and knock on it.

"Luce?" I said, knocking. I heard no reply, and I put my ear to the door. I heard shuffles, but no one was coming to the door.

I pull my ear back, and put my hand on the door handle. I grab the extra card she gave me and slid it in the lock and it beeps, turns green and unlocks. I push open the door and step inside.

"Hey Luce-Oh shit!" I drop my bag and key, staring in shock.

Lucy was standing outside on her balcony wearing jeans, boots, and a long sleeved shirt, hair in a ponytail. Except she wasn't enjoying the view. 

She had her arms around someone, lips pressed against each other. The persons hair was soft and flat by the looks, a light brown, the top of the head covered in a hat. They had a jacket and jeans on as well with tennis shoes.

I then realized that it was Quince.

The minute I spoke, they pulled apart, heads turned to me.

My jaw dropped when I saw them cast guilty glances at each other, looking flushed.

"What the hell did I just walk in on?" I ask, breaking the silence and casting shocked looks at each of them.

"Please don't be mad," Quince finally says, her eyes pleading. "We-"

"We didn't mean-" Lucy starts, looking just as guilty.

"-It wasn't-"

"We're sorry-"

"Guys." I walk towards them and blink. "I'm not mad."

"You..aren't?" Quince says slowly.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm actually hurt you didn't tell me you guys were seeing each other."

"We weren't really seeing each other.." Quince trailed off.

"You weren't?" I ask slyly, shock still wavering through me. It was slowly wearing off.

Quince blushed. "Well, it just..kinda..I don't know happened."

Lucy nodded, looking scolded. "Yeah..we weren't exactly dating. We kissed a couple times.."

"Yeah," Quince agreed, rubbing her arms.

I will admit, I felt a little bit hurt by not telling me about this but I suppose I can understand why.

"We're sorry we didn't tell you sooner," Lucy says to me, walking over to me. "We just thought, you know, you'd be angry at us."

"Angry?" I ask, looking at her. "Why would I be mad?"

"Because it's your two best friends," Quince muttered. "And we're both girls."

I wave my hands in the hair. "So what? I'm friends with Manny, aren't I? Gender doesn't matter. I'm not mad, but I'm a little hurt."

Lucy held out her arms to me, and I walk to her and hug her. She placed her chin on my shoulder. "We didn't mean to hurt you, Faye. We just didn't know what to do. We were afraid you'd hate us, and it was our first time liking the same gender."

I pull away from her hug, and go to Quince who also pulls me into a hug. "You guys know I'd never hate you for liking each other."

"We know," Quince says. "And we're sorry we didn't tell you sooner."

I pull away and look at both of them, smiling. "It's okay. At least you're happy."

They beamed at me.

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Yep, that's right Quince and Lucy. >:D

Luince.

Qucy.

LQ

QL

Lol. :3

Tell me what you think of them. I honestly think they're cute together. ^_^

Until next time, beauties!

-Grace xx